Spent almost three hours tonight with the Cluster Council members, one of the other priests and some of their spouces.
Food was good, company even better.
What remains with me about these three little churches is what 'good folks' they are.
What a joy for these 'good times' here in my so-called 'retirement'.
Everyone there is, in their own way, decent and good and dear.
Can't ask for much more than that anytime.
Good times, for me. I pray these are good time for them as well.
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